"Today's competition between fellow sects has officially begun!" Following Elder Kuntong's loud orders, this year's Demon Sect competition officially began.
This year's competition between the Demon Sect's fellow sects was different from the past. The Demon Lord wanted to come to watch the battle in person. Wei Yousi did not dare to neglect and put all his thoughts on the high platform to watch the battle, but ignored the competition itself.
However, the Demon Lord did not appear for a long time, but two sisters from the Luan family in Cangzhou came. This distracted Wei Yousi for a moment, and he was preempted by Elder Kuntong who co-organized the event with him. Fortunately, it went smoothly.
As the competition between the same sects began, the Demon Sect disciples competed in pairs from the outer sect to the inner sect.
Most of the outer disciples are young people who survive from the cave every month. Their cultivation levels are uneven. Most of them are in the Qi Condensation Stage. A very few have entered the Foundation Establishment Stage. Yan Wugui and Huan Qianqiu have such qualifications. Not one can be produced in several years.
Therefore, when the outer sect disciples entered the competition, only the first few moves involved the use of martial arts. In the end, the battle was mostly ended with force. The scene was so bloody that it reminded Yan Wugui of his experience in the cave a few years ago.
At that time, they did not have enough food and clothing, and they did not know whether it was day or night. Most of the teenagers could not survive three months. Only after three months would the deacons of their demon sect teach them the basic skills. In a few years, they would have their first child. The first crescent moon night, and then the repeated life-and-death duels, each time he had to fight with his life to survive. He was afraid that he would never forget this experience...
Just as Yan Wugui was recalling the past, the deacon disciple in charge of this competition had already read out Yan Wugui's name: "Dragon Protector Yan, please come to the ring!"
Yan Wugui was just slightly stunned. He didn't expect that he would be on the stage so soon. He then stood up, straightened his clothes, and got off the high platform and walked to the ring not far away.
Yan Wugui was distracted just now and did not hear who the person he was fighting against was, but judging from the solemn expressions of the disciples in the audience, the person he was fighting against was definitely not an easy person.
Just as Yan Wugui was about to step onto the ring, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind: "It's such an honor for Ji to face off against Protector Yan!"
Yan Wugui turned his head eagerly. Seeing that the person who came was really the Ji family monk just now, he felt a little disgusted with Huan Qianqiu in his heart.
The two of them walked to the ring one after another. They knew that this move was deliberately arranged by Protector Kun Tong. They wanted to watch them fight with each other so that Huan Qianqiu could get on the stage and reap the benefits.
Ji Ziheng stood still first, clasped his fists at Yan Wugui and said, "Protector Yan accepted the offer, please don't show mercy to me!"
Ji Ziheng said this to Yan Wugui. In fact, he also said it to himself. With his current cultivation level of the third level of expelling objects, he is no match for Yan Wugui. In today's battle, he is afraid that he will make a fool of himself in front of everyone. The Ji family's reputation in Cangzhou will also be tarnished.
"What a bald donkey! What a pervert!" The person Wei Yousi cursed in his heart was none other than Elder Kun Tong. He knew that Elder Kun Tong must have done it deliberately without waiting for the Demon Lord to start the fight first.
The nickname "Dead Bald Donkey" was given to Kun Tong by Wei Yousi since he was a child. Since Kun Tong practiced magic skills, Wei Yousi had never seen a hair on Kun Tong's body for as long as Wei Yousi could remember. In the past few years, even men The Adam's apple gradually disappeared.
Wei Yousi's thoughts moved, and Kun Tong couldn't help but look over to him. Although Kun Tong didn't know that Wei Yousi was secretly scolding him, he could still feel Wei Yousi's angry emotions through his powerful spiritual consciousness.
"The two newly recruited generals are pinching each other on the stage. Young Master Wei must feel bad, hahaha!" Elder Kuntong never concealed his ridicule towards Wei Yousi. He indirectly admitted that this move was his arrangement, and he was not afraid of Wei Yousi. I came to him to settle accounts, and his expression and words were full of meaning - what can you do to me!
"You are just using your power for personal gain and relying on your elders to betray your old age!" This was not the first time Wei Yousi had experienced the arrogant elder Kuntong, but he was still angry to death. He didn't care about his image as the young master of the Demon Sect and started scolding him.
"Shameless brat!" Elder Kun Tong's face instantly turned ugly, and he began to scold him regardless. He has been suppressed by Wei Yousi for the past two years, and he can't swallow the bad breath in his heart. Now that Wei Yousi has broken his face today, what does he have to worry about!
I saw Kun Tong touching his shiny head, raising his hand and pointing at Wei Yousi, and continued to curse back: "He is just the adopted son of a different surname of the Demon Lord. What are you so arrogant about? I will look after you when the Demon Lord comes out of prison!"
Wei Yousi looked at Elder Kuntong's quietly raised orchid finger, and felt sick in his chest. If it weren't for Yan Wugui's duel on the stage, he really wanted to curse him!
The atmosphere in the audience suddenly became tense. The Luan sisters looked at each other in shock, and none of the Demon Sect disciples dared to step forward to persuade them. However, the duel between the two on the stage was not affected at all.
"Let's take action." Yan Wugui was extremely serious about this duel with his fellow disciples. He wanted to clear his name in this competition and give those who usually looked down on him a hard slap in the face.
Therefore, even if Ji Ziheng doesn't say those words, he will go all out. But after all, the Ji family is a body-building family. If he uses top-grade body-building skills, he may not be able to hit it with one hit. Today's battle, Yan Wugui's heart is not as sure of victory as before.
This conjecture was quickly confirmed. Ji Ziheng knew that even if he practiced the simple Demon Sect skills to the top, it would not hurt Yan Wugui at all. He would directly throw out Ji's family heirloom magic weapon-metallic property. The panic bell, coupled with his most powerful magic formula, is used to fight.
Ji Ziheng took out the magic weapon, the Panic Bell, whispered the magic formula in his mouth, and shouted loudly: "The fifth level of the "Spirit Refining Technique"!"
The magic weapon in his hand, the Panic Bell, shone with dazzling golden light, and was surrounded by a cloud of gloomy black energy. Like an arrow from a string, it struck at Yan Wugui, striking quickly and accurately without mercy.
"Fire Sky Blade!" Yan Wugui hurriedly used the magic fire attribute Flame Sky Blade. Relying on the difference in cultivation between the two, he took the blow abruptly, but was also forced back by the blow. Two steps.
"Spirit Refining Technique" is a kind of puppet magic skill. It can refine the soul and use it for your own use. When it is practiced to perfection, it can also strengthen the magic power and mental skills. However, practicing this technique not only requires concentrating the devil's mind, quickly gathering the devil's energy, and adjusting the devil's energy around the body, but also requires the blessing of a strong body.
For a person like Ji Ziheng who is naturally talented in physical training, this magic skill is perfect for him to practice. Thanks to Wei Yousi's encouragement, he can use the most suitable move without thinking.
Just now, Yan Wugui had no idea what technique to use to fight the enemy, but he did not expect that this attack would be so powerful. Fortunately, he had already used his true energy to protect his heart veins, otherwise he might have been slightly damaged by the shock!
Yan Wugui is a monk who has only half stepped into the golden elixir stage. Even the talented Huan Qianqiu can't get the slightest advantage from fighting with him. However, it was the first time that Yan Wugui encountered a defensive magic weapon using Demon Sect techniques. It seemed that he would have to be very alert in today's showdown.
The two people on the stage were fighting fiercely, and everyone watching in the audience held their breath, for fear that if they were not paying attention, they would miss the excitement of the duel between the two.
Although the younger sister of the Luan family is at the fourth level of object repelling, she usually spars with the Luan family's children. She has never seen such a fierce and intuitive scene. Seeing this duel, she stood up to watch the battle excitedly and said loudly: " Young Master Wei! That person is so good at physical cultivation that his magic weapon is actually a golden bell. Isn't it rare?"
Luan Wucai looked at Wei Yousi opposite as she spoke. Ever since she knew that Huan Qianqiu and the others were cheating and clearly bullying "Yan Wugui", she stopped talking to Huan Qianqiu next to her.
Wei Yousi was worried at this time. Both of them on the stage were outstanding disciples of the Demon Sect. He felt bad if he hurt anyone, not to mention that the two of them had just become his "right-hand men."
Suddenly he heard Luan Wuchai calling him to ask questions, and he quickly replied enthusiastically: "There are not many defensive magic weapons, and there are only a few suitable for physical training. Although the Golden Bell is not as high as the high burst and single-target damage of the seal, but The attack frequency of the golden bell is twice that of the seal, and if used properly, it will have miraculous effects."
"That's it!" Luan Wuchai suddenly understood after hearing Wei Yousi's explanation. She understood that she would not forget to remind Yan Wugui on the court in the future.
"That Jinzhong moves very quickly, brother Wugui, be careful!" Luan Wuchai's cheerful voice echoed throughout the school grounds, and he did not forget to leave the table and wave to Yan Wugui.
Her innocent face, coupled with her exquisite figure, was very charming. Everyone in the Demon Sect felt numb when they saw her, but they were still secretly surprised in their hearts.
It is not difficult to see from Luan Wucai's various behaviors today that this young girl from the Luan family secretly has a crush on their protector Yan. The young monks from good families in the audience were immediately so cruel that their teeth itched, and Luan Wushuang was so angry that he stood up stand up.
"Little sister! What are you doing?" Luan Wushuang pulled Luan Wuchai back to her original position and forced her to sit down, giving up her idea of watching the battle.
"Eldest sister, you are so cruel to me." Luan Wuchai felt a little aggrieved. Although the eldest sister was cold-tempered and very harsh in her words, she was always gentle and patient with her. The eldest sister always turned a blind eye to her cheerful temperament, so why was she so harsh to her today?
Luan Wushuang hates seeing her younger sister sad the most. There are many children in the Luan family, but none of them are close to her. She is only a biological sister to Luan Wucai. They are more than ten years apart and have very different temperaments, but Luan Wucai is still the person she cares about the most. .
When Luan Wucai said this, Luan Wushuang instantly softened her heart. She couldn't get away today, so she had to think of the safest way: "My little sister must be tired. I will send someone to take you back to Luan Fengshan."
"No, I won't go back, I'm not tired!" Luan Wuchai flatly rejected Luan Wushuang's arrangement, completely unaware of Luan Wushuang's face that gradually darkened.
Luan Wuchai lowered his head, his face flushed with embarrassment. He held her eldest sister's hand and said to herself: "His name is Yan Wugui, which sounds exactly like our surname Yan, and his name is also With the word "无". Don't you think, eldest sister, that he is very destined to our Yan family?"
Luan Wushuang became more and more angry as she listened, and with a "pop!", she slapped Luan Wucai's face. Still not relieved, she angrily shouted again: "Luan Wucai! Remember your identity at this time! My name is You go back to Luan’s house!”
Luan Wuchai was frightened at first, and as his face became more and more swollen, he felt so wronged that his eyes filled with tears. He cried silently for a while, and finally gave up and left with the disciples of the Luan family.
Looking at Luan Wucai's leaving figure, Luan Wushuang regretted very much at this moment. She should not have agreed to let Luan Wucai come along during this trip to Moying Mountain. What happened back then was her willfulness and had nothing to do with Wucai. If Yan Wugui was really him, how would he explain to his little sister...
